So there I was, in the delivery room, I held my brother and I felt a sense of pride well up inside me. My mother was smiling, I could tell she was really attached with him. Before long I noticed the doctor walked into the room. He had a grim look on his face and began showing me his notepad. My brother had been diagnosed with a form of cancer. My mom and I were in horror to find this out. I stood there in silence and then began to cry, as did she. They had to keep my brother overnight to run more tests, and as I went out to get some air I whistled for a cab and when it came near the License plate said "fresh" and had a dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare, but I thought naw forget it, yo homes to bel-air. I pulled up to a house about seven or eight and I yelled to the cabby "yo, homes smell you later." Looked at my kingdom I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the prince of bel-air.
My newborn brother has a permanent illness...?
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